INVASION

Awoken with blinding pain, I lose my sense of direction. My body feels broken. The reminder is strong as I try to scramble to my feet, nothing moving as I want it. The ringing in my head won't stop. Frantically I try to wipe the debris off my helmet visor as the smears begin tinting red. I must be bleeding. Focus! Come on. Focus! The vertigo is strong. I try to get up and stumble. My motorcycle lays in ruin. I don't know what I hit or if they hit me. 

I try to blink. This moment is very real and not the dream I was hoping to discover. They are coming for me. I see the lights in a blur of movement back and forth. The voices are growing louder.

The invasion began just before Christmas. They didn't come in peace when they entered our galaxy, and now we are the hunted. I muster every bit of energy I can, as I drag myself limping to the the nearest building to hide. It's all quiet here. Life has been terminated. I am on my own to face the night.